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But we can not charge our phones


In a dark, dimly lit basement the artist plucks away at his guitar
Maybe the black mould builds strength? Keeps worse

A wave of lyricism, harmonies emit from the harp strings
When I pluck the other artists out the running guitar brings
Melodies when I'm picking everyone

Pluck Pluck 
All my liners 
Pluck Pluck 
Pluck Pluck 
All my liners
Pluck pluck
Pluck pluck 
All my lines (Pluck)
Pluck pluck 

(Ahhhhhh)

I sweep

An Artist

To pick 
To pluck 
To pull

Verse 1:
Pluck the rebab, soft and sweet,
A melody that’s hard to beat.
Tiny hands can make it sing,
Let’s all dance and feel the string!

Chorus 1:

Strange Fruit

Billie Holiday

Here Come the Girls, Vol. 2

1994

smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop

smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop

smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop

Strange Fruit

Nina Simone

The Philips Years

2016

the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the leaves

Four Humours

The Most Serene Republic

...And the Ever Expanding Universe

2009

faith in you then any god

The way of the ways is an answerless riddle
To pluck on about peep, could you do that thing?
Could you do that thing that

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.  
  
Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck  
For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck  
For the sun

the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the leaves

There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,

Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist ,  Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)

Put Away Forbidden Playthings [Live]

Elvis Costello

My Flame Burns Blue [LP]

2006

glamor
It slips from your heart and falls under the hammer
Put away forbidden playthings

Put away forbidden playthings
And never return to pluck out

the sudden smell of burning flesh 
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck 
For the rain to gather 
For the wind to suck 
For the sun to rot 
For the tree

Strange Fruit

Diana Ross

Stolen Moments: The Lady Sings...Jazz & Blues

1993

smell of burning flesh
Here is the fruit

For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree

Campbellton, north of county line
Steady hands, never let her count the bands, though
She fucked me, tryna pluck a couples bucks like a banjo
Had a girl that

Shut the fuck up!
I'm what is up!
Something word fuck!
What even luck!

Pluck pluck pluck pluck!
Suck suck suck suck!
Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Run amok!

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